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The Outsider

Everything seems So strange to me This isn’t where I belong I’m a stranger On borrowed land An outsider In a silence that’s awkward Heavy and bizarre Unholy and surreal An outcast With empty birdfeeders Swaying in the breeze And flies circling As if upon a cadaver Time warped elapsing In an ungodly fashion I’m a foreigner Unable to get away Hardly far enough My head swirling From the stagnant air I dream of closing my eyes Letting images jumble my thoughts Just as come over me A medley of bloom perfumes And a hummingbird fluttering The size of a butterfly AP: Honorable Mention 2021 Submitted on August 8, 2018 for AUGUST 2018 STANDARD CONTEST sponsored by BRIAN STRAND Originally posted on August 6, 2018

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 8/6/2018 1:39:00 PM

So sensual, (in the five senses sense, that is), and such a wonderful ending. A really nice poem, one that lets the reader "into your skin" to experience the strangeness and the release at the end. Lovely, Line! ~ Gershon

Line Gauthier
Date: 8/6/2018 2:21:00 PM

Thanks for letting yourself be taken in by this one, Gershon. Most appreciated.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 8/5/2018 11:37:00 PM

This went to my FAV list immediately. It appeals to all of my senses, Line.

Line Gauthier
Date: 8/6/2018 12:09:00 AM

Thank you so much, Caren. Always glad to hear when a connection is made.